"Report to the marshal, this tornado cannon was made by craftsmen according to sketches. The craftsmanship is immature and the range is only ten steps."
Hadleki said embarrassedly, holding up his hand.
When Wu Liang heard this, he had a disappointed expression on his face.
Its range is not much different from Xixia's broom version of the cyclone cannon.
"This is not much different from the previous cyclone cannon. It just looks good." A captain of ten thousand men shook his head.
Another captain of ten thousand men even sneered: "It's just a show, but it's not useful."
"For the price of ten thousand warriors, what is the value of this tornado cannon? It is simply an insult to the sacrifice of the warriors." A captain of ten thousand men sneered repeatedly.
A captain of ten thousand men kept sneering: "Fashion is of no use."
"It looks like a wolf, but it's actually a sheep." A captain shook his head and directly concluded about this copycat cyclone cannon.
This statement can be said to send Hadeleki directly to hell, because the grassland people despise sheep the most.
In their concept, sheep are born to survive for wolves.
"I heard that the Nanman's cyclone cannon has a range of up to fifty steps. Why is your range so different?" Wu Yunqi said. He was a captain of ten thousand cavalrymen.
The two had a good relationship, and he spoke up to help Hadlucki speak.
Hadleji glanced at him gratefully, bowed his hands to the Wuliang Hetai, and said loudly: "This is the first trial product, and the craftsmen are improving it. I believe that after improvement, it will be 20 steps, 30 steps or even More range is not a problem.”
Wu Lianghetai waved his hand to stop the discussion among these ten thousand captains.
"Take it out and see the effect." He was really curious and wanted to see how this was launched.
Surrounded by other captains of ten thousand, Wu Liang came to the camp gate together.
Although the centurion looked majestic, he was not worth mentioning in front of the marshal.
For the sake of their future, these captains followed the marshal cautiously.
It would be fine if these captains of ten thousand men won the battle, and they could still show off their skills with their military exploits.
But this time, none of them, captains of ten thousand, had any success.
In the past, these high-ranking captains of ten thousand had to be marshal and cautious.
The camp gate was about two hundred paces wide, and the space was large enough for them to perform.
Although the captains kept mocking Hadleji, they actually wanted to see how this imitation cyclone gun was fired.
After all, the broom-style cyclone cannon they used before was not only inconvenient to operate, but also very easy to hurt themselves.
And this cyclone cannon has an exquisite structure, including stools, gears, and a launching device. How does it launch?
Reiter was now covered in cold sweat, performing in front of everyone.
He has only watched Jingsite perform, but has not tried it himself.
Now he has to rush the ducks to the shelves. Who calls him the captain of the soldiers?
There are no rewards for performing well, and you will definitely be punished for performing poorly. This is the cruel reality of the Hu people.
Of course, the marshal did not punish him, he just abandoned his captain.
If the Captain of Ten Thousands loses his job, what use is he, the Captain of the Guards?
No punishment is the biggest punishment.
Leiter sat on the stool above the cyclone cannon. He stepped on the pedal hard, and the pedal drove the gear, which in turn drove the launching device to start rotating.
The launch wheel rotated faster and faster, and the four thunderbolts finally broke through the restraints on it and flew straight out of the launch wheel.
Zhentian Lei threw a curve in the air, landed on the designated ground, and exploded with several booms.
In the past, it was not necessary to light the fire in the captain's barracks, but now it is completely different.
This is a simulated actual battle, and all the thunderbolts are ignited.
Now that the Hu people have Zhentian Lei, they can adapt to it.
It's just that they themselves don't like their broom version of the cyclone cannon. It can't fire accurately and has a short range, so it's rarely used.
"After all, this is the first one, and it has many shortcomings." Hadleji said to the people around him.
Wu Yunqi looked at Hadeleji and said with a smile: "That broom-like cyclone cannon is not accurate at all, but yours is at least accurate."
As expected, he was a good friend, helping him to speak up at the critical moment. Harderji glanced at him gratefully again, and when no one was paying attention, he raised his hand to express his gratitude.
Wu Lianghetai didn't notice this, or he didn't care about it at all.
He just nodded. After all, it was the first trial product, and the accuracy was greatly improved. He couldn't ask too much for other things.
"If there is such an improved cyclone cannon, can I be the first to use it?" After finishing speaking, Wu Yunqi thought about it and decided to help him again.
The other ten thousand captains were not optimistic about this cyclone cannon, but he was optimistic about Hadeleki.
Hadleji was grateful to him for speaking up for him, bowed his hands and said, "Thank you. If there is any improvement to the cyclone cannon, it must be given to General Wuyun first."
Seeing the disappointed look on the captain's face, Leiter couldn't help but lower his head.
But we can't give up on these things. This was obtained with the lives of 10,000 warriors.
Leiter suddenly raised his head and said to the captains: "You guys, try again."
This time he used all his strength, and the cyclone cannon's launch wheel rotated significantly faster.
With great strength and exerting all his strength, Zhentian Lei flew further this time, reaching fifteen steps.
There were a few rumbles, thunder exploded, and black smoke rose. Many people present could not stand the pungent smell of gun smoke and coughed again and again. .
Hadleji finally showed a smile on his face, and Wu Yunqi also smiled.
The other ten thousand captains couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't Hadleki say that he only fired ten steps, how could he actually reach fifteen steps?
Wu Lianghetai did not smile. He carefully looked at the copycat whirlwind cannon, thoughtfully, and nodded slightly.
Everyone present was in a better mood, but Leiter was in an extremely bad mood.
But his expression cannot be revealed. If it is revealed, all his performances will be in vain.
He just heard a click, and when he looked carefully, he saw cracks in the gears.
In other words, this cyclone cannon was broken due to overuse by him.
Leiter saw that Marshal Wu Lianghetai did not smile, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He didn't know if he noticed it.
"Tell the marshal, I believe the marshal will find the table array even more magical after seeing it." Hadleji saw a smile on Wu Lianghetai's face, stepped forward and bowed to him, and solemnly proposed another of his gains.
"Well," Wu Lianghetai seemed interested and asked calmly, "How effective is this table array?"
The first shot did not fire, which disappointed the Hu boss.
Hadleki hurriedly bowed his hands and said: "You can't shoot through a three-stone bow twenty steps away, and you're not afraid of being burned."
"Is this true?" Wu Lianghetai seemed to be interested, and his voice rose unknowingly.
Hadelaji couldn't help but be overjoyed, as long as you are interested: "You can try it right away."
However, when Baiala and Shkole brought the legendary table array of the security group, the captains couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"This is the table formation of the Nanman. It makes me laugh to death." A captain pointed to the Eight Immortals table with wet quilts and looked up to the sky laughing.
The other captain laughed and rubbed his stomach: "My stomach hurts from laughing, I don't dare to laugh anymore."
"I was even worse. I was laughing so much that I couldn't stand up straight." A captain of ten thousand men bent over, his chest almost parallel to the ground.
A captain of ten thousand looked at it carefully, stared in disbelief and frowned and asked: "What kind of Nanman table array is this? Isn't it just a quilt covering the Eight Immortals Table?"
Wu Lianghetai's face looked a little unnatural, and he looked at Hadleji, hoping that he would give an answer.
"You guys try it right away." Hadeleki looked at Wu Lianghetai, whose face was getting more and more livid, and ordered Retel.
Shkole immediately turned the wet quilted Eight Immortals Table upside down on the ground, so that it faced the Captain.
The reason for this is because it is the most intuitive and easier to see the effect.
Leiter stood thirty steps away, the three-stone bow in his hand immediately unhooked and nocked an arrow.
He shouted loudly, and with a buzzing sound, the three-foot-long arrow shot out of his hand.
"Take, take, take, take," the arrow hit the wet quilt and seemed to have penetrated.
A captain of ten thousand men couldn't help but sneer, but he was immediately dumbfounded below.
The three-foot-long arrow shook a few times, and then fell from the Eight Immortals Table.
"It's just one arrow. Try shooting more arrows." The captain said unwillingly.
Leiter then fired three more arrows. Although they penetrated the quilt, they still fell down.
Your own Eight Immortals Table, who knows if you fake it or not?
Not only did he have this idea, but the other captains also had the same idea.
The ten thousand captains present looked at each other with a knowing look.
The captain of ten thousand men winked at the captain of the soldiers beside him, and the captain of the soldiers nodded.
Leiter saw another soldier captain approaching, nodded to him, and made a gesture of invitation.
The soldier captain was not polite and took out a three-stone bow and a three-foot-long arrow.
He shouted, opened his bow like a full moon, and then with a buzz, the arrow shot like a meteor toward the Eight Immortals table with wet quilts.
The captain of the personal soldiers obviously tried his best to make the long bow in his hand look like a full moon, and everyone present could see it clearly.
Everyone followed the arrow and looked towards the Eight Immortals Table. Bang, the arrow passed through the wet quilt and hit the Eight Immortals Table.
The captain couldn't help but sneer on his face. He looked at Hadleki sideways and said, "Who can't shoot on the table array?"
The other captains couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this table array was indeed a fake.
Before the captain's laughter could stop, the sound suddenly stopped, as if a duck had been strangled by its neck.
The captain's long arrow shook a few times and fell from the table array.
The soldier captain's face turned red, and then turned livid.
The uncle can bear it, but the aunt cannot.
He took out another long arrow and once again drew the long bow like a full moon. With a buzz, the arrow flew towards the table array again.
Seize, the arrow passed through the wet quilt again and shot on the table.
The captain of the guard saw the arrow on the table and shouted: "Steady, steady."
As long as his arrows are steady, he is victorious.
The arrow didn't obey his order, still shook a few times, and then fell.
The other captains couldn't help shouting, it was such a pity that this result turned out to be like this.
The captain of the personal soldiers looked at his captain and shook his head, indicating that he had tried his best.
A smile appeared on Wu Lianghetai's face at this time, but he did not speak.
He didn't speak, so naturally someone helped him and asked: "It's not a big problem to resist the three-stone bow in thirty steps. The key is the rocket."
The person who asked the question was naturally the Captain of Ten Thousands just now. Obviously he knew what Wu Liang Hetai was thinking and came out to do the assessment on his behalf.
Leiter came to the position of twenty steps, lit a rocket, stretched his bow and arrow and shot towards the table array.
The rocket was staring steadily at the Eight Immortals Table, but there were only flames, and the table did not burn.
After Leitel shot out, he made a gesture of invitation to the soldier captain just now.
This time, the guard captain suddenly became much more polite. He bowed his hand to Leitel and said thank you.
Obviously, the two long arrow test shots just now had convinced him.
That's how Hu people are, if you have enough strength, you will win his respect.
He then took out a long arrow, lit it and shot towards the Eight Immortals Table.
Seize it, the rocket is staring steadily at the Eight Immortals table, and the flames are sizzling.
He didn't give up, took out another rocket, lit it and shot it.
The three rockets took on the shape of a Chinese character and turned into three flames, but the Eight Immortals Table remained calm despite being wet.
Duduo, by the fifth rocket, the wet quilt began to dry up and began to burn from the first rocket.
The captain's face turned red, and he came to Hadeleji and bowed his hands: "General Ha has indeed transformed decay into magic. The table formation is a success."
"Thank you, General Wande, for the assessment." Hadelaji hurriedly returned the gift.
Wande came to Wu Lianghetai and bowed to him: "Let me tell you, Marshal, this table formation is indeed good."
"What other ideas do you have?" Hadleji smiled at this moment, glanced at the other captains, and asked in a deep voice.
The relationship between Captain Wande and Hadleji was not good, and everyone present knew this.
Wande kept targeting him and making things difficult for him, but he didn't expect that he would pass the test.
The other ten thousand captains looked at each other and bowed to the Wulianghetai: "Congratulations, Marshal, the Khanate's table formation is successful."
Of course, the two major contributions belong to the marshal, not to you, Hadeleki, the captain of ten thousand men.
The struggle for merit actually exists not only among the Han people, but also among the barbarians.
You are a captain of ten thousand, and we are also captains of ten thousand. Of course, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If you are smart, you are naturally a marshal.
"What do you think, General Ha?" Wu Lianghe did not comment, but looked at Hadeleji.
This is the art of leadership. Obviously, he also has a share of the credit, and it is the main one, but Harderecki also has to be consulted.
After all, he is the marshal, and it is not easy for him to compete with his subordinates for credit in full public view.
Hadelaji felt a little reluctant, but under the current circumstances, there was nothing else he could say.
If he still has 10,000 soldiers and horses in hand, he will never be willing to give the first victory to the marshal.
However, now he has almost no soldiers to lead, so he has to ask Wu Liang to join forces.
He came to the Wuliang Hetai and bowed respectfully: "Thank you Marshal for the arrangement. I will fulfill my mission and bring the table array and cyclone cannon as requested by the Marshal."
As expected, the boy came forward. Wu Lianghetai touched his beard, nodded, and asked: "Have you arranged for craftsmen to make your cyclone cannon?"
Wu Liang Hetai was only ten years older than Hadeleji, so he could naturally be regarded as a kid or even a junior.
The table array has been successful, but the cyclone cannon is obviously not powerful enough, so he can't rest assured.
"Reporting to the marshal, the general has arranged for craftsmen to improve the tornado cannon according to the marshal's instructions." Hadleji respectfully replied to Wu Lianghetai.
Anyway, the first act was a union of evil spirits, so he simply stayed single to the end, saying that everything was done according to his instructions.
Wu Lianghetai looked at the cyclone cannon and the table array, especially the cyclone cannon. He took a closer look and said: "There is still a big gap between the cyclone cannon and the Nanman. The craftsmen must be rewarded more."
Hadelaji couldn't help but be overjoyed. He had been waiting for this for a long time.
"Report to the marshal, the general has been improving the cyclone cannon day and night according to your arrangement. In order to increase the enthusiasm of the craftsmen, the general said that if the range reaches twenty steps, he will be rewarded with three hundred taels of gold; if the range reaches thirty steps, The reward is five hundred taels of gold; if the range reaches forty steps, the reward is eight hundred taels of gold; if the range reaches fifty steps, the reward is one thousand taels of gold." Hadleji answered respectfully.
"Three hundred to one thousand taels of gold?" Wu Lianghetai couldn't help but frown. He thought it was silver.
Seeing Hadeleji's respectful look, Wu Lianghetai looked at the cyclone cannon and asked, "How long did it take you to make this cyclone cannon?"
"The craftsmen spent two nights and one day on the tornado cannon, and they never rested." Hadleki complained in his heart that the sketch was too rough, otherwise he would be embarrassed today.
Wu Lianghetai took out the sketch of the cyclone cannon from his sleeve and looked at it repeatedly against the cyclone cannon in front of him.
Hadleji couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he presented the sketch of Nanman's cyclone cannon to the marshal in time and asked him to endorse him.
He sighed and said: "It is really not easy for craftsmen to make it based on the sketch. I will give you two hundred taels of gold as a reward."
Hadelaji couldn't help but be shocked. He only had two hundred taels of gold, how could he send the craftsmen away.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Wu Lianghetai couldn't help but smile.
"This is only the initial reward for the cyclone cannon at the moment. I will reward you according to your requirements in the future." He said to Hadleji.
So that's it. It seems that I wrongly blamed the marshal. The two hundred golds were awarded to the first craftsman who made the cyclone cannon.
Didn’t I already give each craftsman a hundred taels of silver? It seems that I still made a profit.
But this was not enough, there was also an Eight Immortals table, and it was successful.
Hadleji stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the Wuliang Hetai: "Marshal, the craftsmen of the Eight Immortals Table followed your instructions and worked day and night for ten days and nights, and finally succeeded in trial production. The general has promised to the craftsmen. A thousand gold.”
The ten thousand captains couldn't help but look at each other, why did it take ten days and ten nights to cover the Eight Immortals Table with a wet quilt?
